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Jungkook, unreasonably strong believer of soul bonds, comes up with his own quirky little explanations on its logications.
At this point, Taehyung is sure there's Zoho sheets prepared in his computer where he jots down new bullet points for his circadian debates (Taehyung is only arguing because Jungkook is cute when all riled up).
And the topic for today seems to be hands. HANDS?
"You can't tell me I'm making this up, okay?"
Jungkook abruptly sits up from where they're lazying on the bed. It's still hours before they have to get to the bustle of the day.
It's 6 am!
And while Taehyung would very much appreciate this time for passive smoochies and active cuddles, Jungkook wakes up with his dopamine on roller skates.
"Baby." Taehyung whines, tugs at the boy's hand futilely only for it to be snatched away, then whines louder. "Come baaaack."
But Jungkook's already crossing his arms over his chest and folding his legs to sit on the balls of his feet.
The soft frown on his sleep-ridden features with a tiara of his hair that stand in all different directions take Taehyung dangerously close to a hearty laugh, but he knows better.
Not to piss his already triggered boyfriend (at 6am, by the way), Taehyung deems it safe to bite back his snickers and let the boy vent. "You never take me seriously on this!"
"Maybe it's all this lack of you in my arms that's tickling my disagreement bone-" he cuts himself off when Jungkook's pout protrudes further ahead. With an abyssal sigh he drags himself up and sits in front of his boyfriend.
"Okay, I'll listen. Why do you think we are hand mates?" It takes everything in him not to giggle at Jungkook holding back his own cringe.
"Shut Up. Don't make fun of it." He turns away.
Bemused but fond, Taehyung takes both his hands, places a kiss for each knuckle. "Okay. Let's start. Hands, you say?" He presses his lips together to packet in a yawn.
"Yes." Jungkook is back to the peak of his devotion on the topic and Taehyung wonders how he wakes up so glittery like that.
Like his shine isn't the stars that twinkle lonefully restricted. Rather like the morning sun that strafes through the closed curtains and shut windows.
He lights up to announce his arrival, and it's aphotic black when he's. It's just that simple, is Jungkook. To the sleepily but deeply smitten Taehyung at least.
So he sits up straight, and listens. (not like he has a choice anyways.)
